staring out of my window through coffee haze eyes, staring at the murky clouds and blackened skies and I swear to god I’ve never worn this mask. soaking up all the beer in this town to fill in the void and hide from the cold. I pray to satan this feeling wont come back. drop the anchor watch the waves crash. empty spaces keep on adding up, I’m learning to live without hope, remember when all our dreams had purpose, remember when our hearts had homes.
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